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The winds start to churn, the air sharts to burn. Goblins are wandering with torches tonight, they use their sticks to shine the light. Ahead of their parents. both witches and kings, but nothing can compete with the moon's waning rings. Tonight, each of us are something no one can recall, just before the blood stains the walls. Cobwebs cluster and light dim down, no one leaves the room with a frown. It's all because of chocolate that the monsters travel around the earth, so just sit and relax... think of it as birth. The lasting smile after am innocent kiss can only compete with a child's young hiss. Brooms are magical, of this night of all, on dreaming wings let us not stall. I love each one of those perfect women I find, only thrice has my heart begun to shine. It is always on Halloween that feelings die, is it the fact that my soul is fried? The winds howl, shaking the brow. Nothing describes the day in between except... HAPPY HALLOWEEN!